Prologue

　　One day I opened my eyes to see that everything had changed.

　　This world is not the world I am familiar with. Regardless, it is a blessing to still be alive. The problem is that there is absolutely no way to tell if the future is as blessed as well.

　　Quite frankly it’s scary. I want to cry.

　　What I need right now isn’t an answer, but a question. But even that must be the right question. In this game of survival, I just need to make sure to make the right choices. To me, the meaning of “us” means to move on.

　　18&h.e.l.lip;. If only&h.e.l.lip; If only&h.e.l.lip;

　　GRYB(=Green, Red, Yellow, Blue = “Plague of Bulls.h.i.+t”)

　　[TN: Author puts ‘지랄염병’ and I’m pretty sure it’s just swearing. My friend says it means “Plague of BS”]

　　But at the very least&h.e.l.lip;

　　Let us at least choose our death.

　　Otherwise, why don’t you do it for me.

　　–    From the first memorandum written on the third day since coming to this world    –